Philip Glass
“The Metamorphosis”
Philip Glass makes me feel like an ant. Like a giant ant in a movie. A movie shot in black and white and
gray. Like an ant in “The City” where
every street is filled with ants and they are rushing into buildings where the
entrances are barely large enough to let us in.
Where the streets are all paved with cobblestones and they are just wide
enough for two ants to pass between the gray walls of the buildings-when the
streets get clogged the ants climb over one another and just keep moving.
There are ants seated on red vinyl spinning stools at
Formica counter tops eating eggs and hash browns and drinking coffee from thick
cups on thick saucers. The sugar poured
from fluted canisters with chrome, spin-on tops with little trap doors built
in. All the table ware is white with
single green concentric stripes on the plates and on the rims of the round,
bowl shaped cups. There are tooth picks
in a thimble shaped dispenser near the cash register. Ants pick their teeth while an ant in a white
paper cap shaped like a boat counts the money and drops it into the till. All the ants pay with silver and copper and
it tinkles in the change drawer. The
little ant who shuts the cash drawer touches his white paper hat as the ant
full of bacon and eggs pushes open the aluminum and glass door which is slightly
fogged from the steam of the cooking.
Now he is back on the cobblestone street in a river of ants again. The sound of the tinkling cups and spoons is
replaced by the sound of Philip Glass.
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